Well it’s been awhile, and most of that time has been ridiculously spent preparing my home for the next owner. Why work so hard for someone you’ll never know?I have a ridiculous amount of resentment regarding the fact that THINGS WEAR OUT whether or not you use them. But the carpet was certainly used, and the oven.
Home repair is another full time job even if YOU DON”T DO THE WORK YOURSELF.
Anyway, boring. Everyone does it.
In the in between spaces I’m trying to get over my disappointment with humanity and their dwellings by socializing more with my oldest living relative, my horse, and with BIRDS, the descendants of the most awesome creatures, ever..Dinosaurs.
Birds are a-okay. They are the living dinosaurs.
I mean what is this? They say it’s a heron, but isn’t it a pterodactyl?
I starting looking at birds when my daughter and I met up in Florida for a trip. There was some dry land back then in Florida, in the Spring of one-seven, and we took a look around the Everglades. We saw some interesting birds
Can you believe it? I took this photo with my silly little camera. It’s an osprey.
This is my best picture of a roseate spoonbill, AKA pink dinosaur. I mean come on. That is a pink dinosaur.
Then I thought, well, maybe I don’t need to mourn the dinosaurs. Maybe they are right here.
I’m sure there’s some connection here to the physics of flight for our blog continuity, but my astronautical engineering is more than a little shaky. What I know so far is that some birds are super fliers, some are just okay, and some are not able to fly at all. I like perched birds. I don’t have a good camera for flying birds. You might have noted that with the pterodactyl photo.
I have also learned that humans wreck things for birds (what a shocking surprise) and some of them are very clever and learn how to hide from us or get away from us. Good for them. I’m all for birds evading homo sapiens and his arsenals. Ironically, if you are a member of the hostile homo S. only hoping to catch a glimpse, you must adopt the tricks of the hunter by hiding yourself and “shooting” pictures. For example, in this photo the sandhill cranes are pretty much hidden.
On the other hand, some birds take a counter phobic approach, i.e. accept reality and the total dominance of humans. These not so rare members of the bird family know which side the Wonderbread is buttered on. You better get a good photo, they practically pose for you.
In case you think I never got a better photo of the cranes, I’ll give you this one:
Which suggests I can both hide and use the Zoom function on the camera, I didn’t want you to think I can’t run and hide. Or just hide.
My last observation for today relates more to human behavior than bird behavior. Watching birds is an obsessive habit. You can tell that by noting that people interested in birds do a lot of counting of bird species so they can say with authority how many different types of birds they have laid eyes on. These people (and I am becoming one of them, I fear) are only encouraged by professional ornithologists to keep up this habit because it provides precious data about how many birds we haven’t yet managed to kill or run out of town or woodland areas. I have officially counted 41 species as of today myself. I’ve seen more, but it’s unofficial, so it doesn’t count.
I am a woman of honor.
Next up: Lying, the Far Side, odd photo captions I think about but have nowhere to put but here, and more